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And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it’s this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy.. and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture. - check my instagram for more pics! Paolo Raeli
I came across this very odd pond in a forest
I love the 3 AM version of people.
Vulverable.
Honest.
Real.
Vulverable.
Honest.
Real.
So I accidentally shot on the same roll of film twice cos I’m an idiot but the double exposure turned out sick!
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the lies that slip from my mouth leave my lips burned and my throat scorched. you beg me to tell you the truth, just this once, you say. but darling, what if i told you that i would not give up the taste of ash in my mouth for anything?
I walk behind you in dreams. I follow you to the ends of the Earth. We hop on a train and we leave and we never come back. Not for anybody. I think of you as a kind of light. I’d follow you to the moon, and live there with you, and die there with you. I call you my best friend — but you are so much more than that. You are the most interesting person I’ve ever met. Your voice sounds like the ocean I’ve heard in shells. I close my eyes and it’s like I’m almost next to you again. Except I’m not. You are the good people search their entire lives looking for. You are the good that people die for. There are entire countries that could live off your heart. There’s so much in it. It could power entire cities, entire countries. I had a dream we were walking down a street with so many lights hung up, my eyes were starting to burn. But you were still the brightest.
I miss you, so I say “rush” - find me, finally; I am not in hiding anymore, I’m right here waiting on the side of the road for you, dodging the bright high beam headlights. It’s night time, but you come for me anyway. No longer miles away, but right here - you’re here; feels like I’ve been waiting for years to meet you, so much time flew past my rear view, I didn’t notice how fast. We’re driving… and you’re telling me how pretty this place is at night. They’re just city lights twinkling, but you made me believe they were stars - you see things my eyes have become too jaded to recognise, but you’re here, reminding me. You remind me there is still some beauty left in this world by the colours you let me see in your soul.
- Saturday night // ©@rarasworldbro